Some people believe holidays change people, but I think they’re far more likely to bring out what’s already inside — for good or for bad. Holidays that center around family frequently tell me who someone really is.
I pay more attention to children than most adults do. I watch families. I talk with children when I can. I take them seriously and I play with them frivolously. I love their world and I love the ways in which they can change how I see my own world.
That’s never more true than around Christmas.
Whether children are from families which are religious or not, there seems to be something magical that takes over around this time. (I presume the same is true in cultures where there are other religious and cultural traditions, but my experience is in an American Christian cultural context.)
Something I experience in these children at this time changes me — or at least brings out something in a stronger way that’s always there.

When I’ve done something great, nothing seems impossible to me
Deconstructing my old life’s hard, but I’m learning to be healthier
Words on paper don’t give governments the right to rob us
Hiding anger was a survival skill, so you might not know I’m angry
Man who’s leaving infertile wife thinks world revolves around him
In a culture of cold, ‘no strings’ sex, only emotional intimacy fills needs
AUDIO: If we’ve experienced hurt, why do we keep trusting in love?
Nobody has the right to a position in your life which you don’t want